It's cutting them loose and having the pack run the rabbit until it gives up and goes in a hole or gets caught. And although the dogs usually don't catch it, they run like they want to. Just me and my pack of hounds, in any condition, on any day, in the roughest places I can find . . .

Thursday, October 10, 2013


That's the only way to describe the running. This wasn't the pick around and get some checks running. This was all out run for your life or the rabbit is getting caught, pounding chases. The dogs were packed pretty tight because there wasn't really any time to get out. It was mostly just run and then run a little faster.

Jeff Allen and I went to a spot that we hadn't run since last spring. There is a 40 acre weed field  with briars, sericea, and golden rod surrounded by corn fields. It was a fabulous night, a little damp and temperatures around 50°.

We parked on the lane along the edge of the cornfield. Rabbits spent the entire night crossing back and forth, sometimes two at a time. The pack would make a huge circle almost out of hearing in the corn, pound their way back, slam across the lane, bust through the weed field, and make another lap. It was a great night to be a beagler.

I ran Gypsy, Chip, Jed, Trick, Butcher, and Cole. Jeff ran Fangs, Wes, Torch, and Dee.

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